Chapter 104: You, Fruit Peel, Do Not Think of Me
轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！The taste of bitterness was borne alone by Jing Tian's six companions, a battle that should undoubtedly be recorded in the annals of history. After all, one true against six true is rarely seen in the world.
But because the battle took place on the long river, and it happened to coincide with the Dragon Palace feast and the beginning of the Tai Xu Alliance, nine dragons held up the sun, eternally suppressing the River Seal in the mountains...
This earth-shattering battle, both its beginning and end confined to the river, never disturbed the world.
No matter how turbulent the waves may be, in the end they all settle into placid stillness...making the water surface as clear as a mirror reflecting the sky. The sky is then reflected so clearly that one can see the few clouds drifting about, gathering and dispersing again.
The long river rippled with waves for thousands of miles, and nearly all the six friends who journeyed to conquer the heavens were wounded.
The withered old monk, lay on his back in the river. The blood of the immortal, spread outwards in all directions.
The river wind blew gently, dispersing the thick fog that had formed during the battle. In the distance, one could faintly see the Bridgetown—a magnificent and ancient sight of grandeur. For millennia, nothing changed, yet they had changed the long river.
The water reflected like a flowing painting, and the six friends of Jingtian walked across it, filing past the old monk with the yellow face.
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“Ah, I didn't expect it to be so easy.” Chang Shen Lao Dao walked at the front, giving his evaluation: “Everyone underestimated him.”
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Serious licorice expressed approval: "The bitterness...is very strong."
"Oof..." Baiji covered his right cheek and took out a bronze mirror, checking himself as he walked. "I seem to have gotten disfigured."
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“It’s all your fault, you’re all so incompetent and can’t keep up with me,” Chen Pi scowled at them with his ugly face: “Otherwise, we wouldn't have wasted so much time.”
"Get out of here!" Bai Su said disdainfully, "Don't think that just because you're ugly you can talk nonsense. If it weren't for me intervening quickly, you would have been killed!"
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“You're slandering me!” Chen Pi’s focus wasn’t on this at all: “Who said I'm ugly This is extraordinary and unique!”
“Cough, cough, cough!” Nü Guān Fúlíng put away the handkerchief she had used to wipe the blood from her coughs and sighed softly. “I wonder how things are going over there. Wasting so much time like this, wouldn’t it already be over”
"Zhuang Gaoxian is capable, he shouldn't be performing so poorly..." Banxia walked at the back, thinking about the battle just now, the firmness in her voice gradually wavering.
He effortlessly scooped up the yellow-faced old monk who was sinking, his tattered robes clinging to him and highlighting his starkly protruding bones—truly a withered frame. One couldn't fathom where his previous strength had come from.
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The water droplets fell, tap-tap-tap, with a hint of blood color, but not much anymore. The blood was running dry...
Banshan held the true man's lifeless body in his hand, cast one last glance at the river whose blood had boiled away, and followed the footsteps of those ahead.
Shi's true route wasn't complicated. No matter how much Zhuang Gaoxian maneuvered left and right, his final goal was always clear. Although many traces were lost, tracking him down wasn't difficult.
It's just that too much time has passed, Zhuang Gaoxian has already successfully escaped back to Zhuang Kingdom.
What does it mean for a rightful emperor to return to his own country
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Every real person present was very aware.
"Perhaps we really did arrive late." Bai Ji picked her eyebrows and said.
Licorice said in a grave voice, "Not necessarily. Judging from the traces along the way, Zhuang Gaixian has been chased relentlessly since the beginning. The fact that he could still escape back to Zhuangguo suggests that this place might be the burial ground Jiang Wang chose for him."
“You’re putting way too much emphasis on him. Forcing Zhu Xiaoner to this point is beyond imagination, and you still want—” Chen Pi took a deep breath and regained his composure: “I told you to slow down your journey. I'm at the front, taking the brunt of the attacks. Shouldn’t you take care of me a bit”
Cāngcān is the oldest in appearance, but the most direct: "What's done is done."
Fu Ling raised her hand to stop him, “We still need to be careful about the impact and not make it too obvious. Let me take a look at the situation first—”
After finishing the sentence, her pupils shifted, and her eyes became glazed over.
Freed from the suppression of the Nine Dragons Holding the Sun and Everlasting Mountains Seal, the eyes of true people could now perceive the heavens and earth.
“Zhuang Gaoen's situation seems rather dire,” she murmured.
"What did you see" Licorice asked.
Among the Six Realities, Fu Ling's eye technique is the strongest. So others don't go to look for themselves either.
Fu Ling's tone was very complex, it was unclear whether she was surprised or doubtful: "They have now fallen into the cracks of the real world, and I can't see clearly either, but Zhuang Gao Xian's 'qi'... is rapidly weakening."
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“Wait here for a bit and rest.” Banxia paused. “I’ll go take a look at the situation first.”
Now, out of all of them in Liú Zhēnli, his state is the best, and he's most able to cope with unexpected situations.
Suddenly, a thin and withered hand grasped his sleeve.
Ban Xia didn't have any surprises, he just lowered his head and looked at the old monk who was grabbing him with his last remaining strength. He questioned with his eyes.
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The breath of the bitter taste was already very weak, spitting blood foam: "Don't let him... see!"
"Alright, if you feel it's necessary," said Banxia after a moment's thought.
Just as Ku Jue closed his eyes, that gaunt hand remained firmly clutching Ban Xia's sleeve. It was as if by doing so, it could slow her steps just a little longer.
A translucent flame began to spread from this hand that refused to let go, creeping throughout the entire Taoist body.
Tap tap tap tap...
The sky rained blood.
It knocked on whose heart window.
The bitter eyes closed, he could finally rest.
Jiang Wang's eyes opened. He still had to face this world.
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The shadow of fate, like this, passed through her eyes.
The abbot of Hanging Temple, Master Kufa, used his unparalleled abilities to allow himself to witness the final moments of enlightenment. He watched as the story, submerged in the river of suffering and destined to sink into the current of time, came to an end.
He had never felt the bitterness so close, nor...so far away.
Four years ago, he walked out from the spirit monument. Floating in the sky, it was actually this blood rain.
That Taoist named Banxia, holding an oil paper umbrella, walked out of the blood rain, with the bearing of a celestial being from the Upper Kingdom.
At that time, he still thought, perhaps it was related to Zhuang Gaoxian's worldly sorrow, falling from the underworld to the outside world
This is a test.
It turned out that there were two downpours that day.
A rain falls in the story, a rain falls in the memory.
He, Jiang Wang, has become famous throughout the land. A battle against Zhen that ended in a massacre, enough to be recorded in history.
That yellow-faced old monk, with one against six... nobody knows, nobody knows.
There was only one lonely blood rain.
A haze of smoke enveloped the air, obscuring the two figures seated opposite each other within its depths.
The abbot of Hanging Temple, is a hard-fated Zen master.
The purity of Sanying Mountain's depths also resembles the image sculpted from clay.
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The Abbot saw that Jiang Wang's eyes were deep and fathomless, not expressing any emotion at this moment. They were like an abyss, swallowing all light.
He wanted to say something, but remained silent.
"What about the cleansing ritual" Jiang Wang's voice was a little hoarse.
"Kǔ mìng said, 'After Kǔjué's accident, Kǔbìng went to the Dragon Palace and brought back the cleansing ritual to Shānmén. After crying for a few days, he started attacking the truth of the cave, wanting to go alone for revenge. I locked him up so he wouldn't go to his death—do you want to see him'"
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“No need. And don't tell him I was here.” Jiang Wang said slowly, “Let him continue his seclusion. He is too naive. In this world, real people are still insignificant."
“There’s one last letter from Kua,” Bitter said, taking a thin envelope out of his pocket and placing it on the long desk.
He said earnestly: "Not to mention ordinary people, even I, who have been fortunate enough to attain the Dao of Derivation and reached the so-called peak, often feel insignificant."
Of course Jiang Wang understood.
Jiang Wang was also very clear about the Central Grand Emperor Empire, what kind of behemoth it was.
In this world, whether it's Qin and Chu vying for power, or the rise and fall of empires throughout history, who is not under its shadow
Back then, when Meng Tianhai was struck by the calamity of crossing tribulation, Song Bodhi had said that if Meng Tianhai dared to forcefully seize Yunmengzhou, even after transcending and leaving the mortal realm, he would kill him.
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If Chu State could possess such confidence, how magnificent would the Central State of Jing, the number one state in the world, be!
In the end, Meng Tianhai failed. He was on the front lines of disaster and saw it all clearly. The Jingwen Emperor whose name remained on the Hongchen Gate, was the first transcendent since the new era of Taoism began.
The power of the State of Jing was suffocating, so overwhelming that all of the world fell silent.
Throughout the entire conversation, he didn't ask a single question — about what Hanging Temple should do, or what it should have done.
Could the Hanging Temple possibly be willing to accept this
It doesn't matter if I don't admit it.
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The bitter taste has left Suspending Temple.
Before setting out, Kuju had already prepared himself for death.
He stood before the six friends of Jing Tian as San Bao Shan Ku Jue, without involving Xu Kong Temple in any way.
Jiang Wang didn't speak, he simply silently picked up the letter - the last one left by Ku Jue.
Those scribbled letters now seem so familiar.
But this letter is different from all the others.
To Qing Shen,
These four characters are written very carefully and politely.
But the first sentence on the letter was — Little Wang Bagaizi, are you going to cause trouble again
Jiang Wang could almost see the yellow-faced old monk with his waist akimbo and shouting, but after all, it was just "almost".
It's too difficult for people in this world to deceive themselves.
Besides these words, there is nothing to be seen.
But can we truly say that there is nothing at all
He looked down—
"Since the day I met you, old man, I've been advising you, urging this and that. All these years, you haven't listened to a single good word! I've checked your zodiac sign, it's not donkey-like at all. Why is your head full of stubbornness Are you trying to anger your master and seize the inheritance of Mount Sanbao"
"Enough is enough, I'm done with you! Your master is magnanimous and won't hold a grudge against you, little punk."
"Listen to me, you scoundrel. I'm telling you this for the last time, turn over a new leaf."
"If you still recognize me, do not seek revenge for me. I came here joyfully and will leave joyfully, free from life and death, having nothing to do with anyone."
“If you dare disobey my orders… I will expel you from Mount Sanbao! While you live, you are not my disciple, and after death, you cannot worship at my grave! Since you are not my disciple, what right do you have to avenge me You have no master's name, go to sleep!”
"If this matter is not done my way, I will die without peace. You unfilial son, could you be so disrespectful"
"If you obey me, put on your best clothes and take me home. Don't leave me at Hanging Temple; we have nothing to do with them."
Take good care of yourself, Senior Brother Jing Li.
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"The Buddha is tired, that's all I have to say."
A thin sheet of paper, just a few lines written on it. Jiang Wang looked at it for a long time.
He finally folded the letter carefully, putting it neatly back into the envelope. Then he tucked the letter close to his body and said, "In accordance with Kaku's wishes... are there any clothes at the temple"
"Poor Fate took out an old, worn rattan box and placed it gently on the long table. 'He wasn't very concerned about his clothing,' she said, 'and didn't have many things. Just these few sets, all neatly made for him by the dressmaker. You can take them all.'"
Jiang Wang placed his hand on the wicker chest, rubbing it for a while, his tone inexplicable: “Only today did I remember, I've never bought him new clothes.”
Poorly Fate said in a low voice, "The gifts you sent him those past few years, he often boasted to us about them."
Jiang Wang put the rattan box away and bowed to Ku Ming: "Jiang Wang, I am rude today... I won't disturb your esteemed monks in their meditation."
Ku Ming said: "If Ku Jue had a spirit in heaven, his greatest hope would be for you and Jing Li to live peacefully and safely."
Jiang Wang nodded lightly, it was unclear whether she had heard or not.
He rose, said nothing more, and left the abbot's chamber just like that, leaving Xuankong Temple.
The spring in Xingyueyuan is extremely beautiful, with flowers blooming everywhere, their fragrance pervading the clouds.
The atmosphere at the Baiyijing Restaurant was lively today because Mr. Jiang brought back many gifts, and everyone had a share. Moreover, in the opinion of Manager Bai, these gifts were not ordinary, they were quite valuable.
As the holder and writer of the tavern's accounts, Bai was a bit worried. He held the jade belt in his hand, comparing it against his waist again and again, but didn't dare to wear it directly. He cautiously asked, "Sending me such an expensive gift all of a sudden, aren't you planning to run away"
"You're always the busiest person here!" Jiang Dong stretched out his hand: "If you don't want it, give it back to me."
Yu Baihua snapped her belt closed with a 'snap'.
“Hey, is it my turn now” Jiang An'an stared for a long time, she really couldn't wait any longer. Everyone at the banquet had received their gifts and the elder brother still had to say a few words to each person—first bring me, Jiang An'an’s gift, and then go chat, right
Chu Yao was also watching eagerly from the side, but he didn't dare to be like his little junior sister and jump up to urge him. He just kept pacing back and forth in front of his master, hoping to awaken that bond between master and disciple.
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“Where could this be without you” Jiang Wang smiled: “Close your eyes, brother will give you a surprise.”
Jiang Annan closed her beautiful eyes and beamed, "Is it done"
Then Jiang Wang said softly: “Come, have a look and see if you like it.”
Jiang Anan excitedly opened her eyes and saw... a wall of books.
A large and thick book, like a brick, stood before her, piled into a wall!
“How is it” Jiang Wang wore a smug expression: “The Heavenly Repository edition of *History Carves the Sea*! Once in a millennium, reading history can enlighten one. I went to great lengths to get this for you, isn't it a surprise”
Chu Yao was swaying back and forth, drifting to the back of the crowd, trying to slip out the door when Bai Yu Xia caught him with a mischievous smile and pulled him back.
Jiang An'an reluctantly raised the corner of her mouth: "Ah, it's such a surprise."
“Tsk tsk tsk, what’s with the bad complexion You’re a young lady now, how can you still be so easily flustered” Jiang Wang said teasingly, “Do you think I would only prepare ‘The Records of Historian’s Blade for Carving the Sea’ Think about it!”
Jiang An'an was so angry that she came over and hit him, but her face broke into a smile: "You are such a jerk. Hurry up and take out my real gift!"
"Here you go, this is the 'Common Prairie Language' set!" Jiang Wang took out another stack of books from the storage box and piled them in front of Jiang An'an, smiling. "Your Prairie language still needs some more lessons, last time your Ru Cheng brother said you didn't speak very standard... This is the deluxe brand new edition personally compiled by the Great Shepherd Empress!"
Jiang An'an's smile on her face just disappeared, her mouth slowly pouting.
"Hey, aren't you going to cry You're fourteen years old already!" Jiang Wang was still laughing.
Jiang An'an didn't want to cry originally, but now tears really started rolling down.
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"Oh my goodness!" Jiang Wang panicked, "I'm just kidding! I was joking! This child! You!"
He immediately presented a finely carved, exquisitely decorated sword case: "This is your gift!"
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He grabbed Jiang An'an's hand and placed it on the sword scabbard. "Tap, tap, feel the material! Touch, touch, feel the craftsmanship! Isn't it beautiful The scabbard was crafted by a master! Open it and see, you'll love it!"
Jiang Anan choked back a sob, but still took the sword scabbard with both hands.
Jiang Wang continued to enthusiastically introduce: "This is the sword your Lian Que brother forged for you, it took three years to refine. I hurried over and brought it to you... open it and have a look."
Jiang An'an's long eyelashes trembled, sending the last tear sliding down her cheek, then she opened the scabbard —
In an instant, the entire room bloomed with flowers.
Inside the box lay a snow-white longsword. The scabbard resembled outstretched wings, and the hilt was like a phoenix crown. The lines of the scabbard were simple yet elegant, resembling two crane feathers floating gracefully.
Jiang An'an liked it very much, slowly drawing the sword from its scabbard. A snow-white blade was revealed, with shadows seeming to flit across it. But upon closer inspection, it was incredibly transparent. It wasn't until the third glance that one could see four characters carved along the sword's ridge, appearing and disappearing intermittently, as ethereal as a wisp of smoke.
The word is: A glimpse of snow surprises the crane.
"What a beautiful sword!" Even Lian Yuchang couldn't help but exclaim from the side.
This sword is indeed so beautiful, it doesn't seem like a human creation.
Jiang Anan sheathed her sword and burst into laughter, saying with a bright smile, "Thanks, brother! And thanks to Brother Lianque too! I'll write you a letter later to thank him again!"
Jiang Wang smiled and said, "You were just crying!"
Jiang An'an hit him again: "It's still you, too much, deliberately making me angry!"
"Our AnAn has really grown up." Jiang Wang looked at his younger sister and sighed with a feeling of inexplicable emotion. Then, in a soft voice, he said: "I originally wanted to wait until you were older before giving it to you, but thinking about it, my AnAn is very sensible and must know how to face life."
Fourteen-year-old Jiang Wang, wielding his sword in a bandit's lair, fought tooth and nail, only wanting to earn a Qi-Opening Pill as soon as possible, unaware of the taste of transcendence. Fourteen-year-old Jiang An'an had already completed her Zhoutian cycle and touched upon the Heavenly Gate. You are much stronger than I was at your age!
"But, An'an, brother hopes you understand — the sword in your hand is a sword that can kill people. It's not just beautiful. You must know its weight, and don't treat drawing your sword as something too easy."
(End of chapter)f one could swallow this pill... wouldn't they be able to soar to great heightsLet me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!In his previous experiences, he had spent over two year...